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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.