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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.