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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Interpol,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.