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 India 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.