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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.