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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-101,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.