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 Belgium and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.