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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.