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 Latvia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nik Kershaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.