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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.