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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Gong,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.