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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.