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 United States and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Slits 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Darondo,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.