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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bronski Beat to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Monks,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.