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 Finland and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
the Association,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.