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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bill Near to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.