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 Greece and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.