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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.