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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.