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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.