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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
MC5,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.