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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.