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 Turkey and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.