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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Tom Boy,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.