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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Birthday Party 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.