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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Chrome to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
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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.