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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Cymande,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.