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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.