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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the grime 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.