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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.