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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.