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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.