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 Zimbabwe 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.