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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Patti Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.