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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.