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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.