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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Popol Vuh to the jazz 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Josef K,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.