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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Alison Limerick 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.