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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Excepter,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.