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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.