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 Greece 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Symarip,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.