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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.