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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.