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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Byron Stingily 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.