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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.