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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Smog,
X-101,
Fear,
Altered Images,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.