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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.