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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.