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 Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 The Blackbyrds 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.