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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.