Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.