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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.