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 Colombia and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.