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 India and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.