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 Gambia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the funk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
ABC,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.