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 Brunei and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.