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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.