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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.