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 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.