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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Index,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Max Romeo,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.