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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Joe Smooth to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.