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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.