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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.