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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.