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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Smog,
Black Pus,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.