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 Poland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
DNA,
Pagans,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.