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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.