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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.