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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 theremin 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Slave,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.