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 Syria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.