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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Neu!,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.