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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.