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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
MC5,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.