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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.