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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.