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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the crunk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
The Sound,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.