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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.