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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.