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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
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.