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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.