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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.