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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.