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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.