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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.