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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.