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 Kuwait and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
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