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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 David McCallum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.