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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.