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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.