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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.