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 Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.