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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Stiv Bators,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deepchord,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.