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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.