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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.