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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Lille.
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 güiro 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 Delta 5 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.