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 Portugal and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.