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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.