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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.