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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.