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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Standells,
the Human League,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.