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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
PIL,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.