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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the rock 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Excepter,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.