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 Philippines 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.