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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.