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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.