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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.