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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.