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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.