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 the UAE 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the punk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.