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 San Marino and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.