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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.