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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.