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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.