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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Television,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.