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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.