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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.