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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.