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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.