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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.