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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.