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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.