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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Nas,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
CMW,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.