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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
10cc,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.