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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Slave,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.