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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Walker Brothers to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
X-102,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.