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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Fear,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.