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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Smog,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.