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 Sweden and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.