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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.