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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fortunes to the techno 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.