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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.