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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.