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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Index,
Urselle,
X-101,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.