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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.