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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.