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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.