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 France 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.