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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 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 Deepchord to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.