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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Happenings to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.