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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
UT,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
DNA,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.