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 Namibia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.