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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.