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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Saints to the electroclash 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.