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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan to the jazz 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.