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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.