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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.