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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.