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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Golliwogs to the dance 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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.