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 Moldova and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.