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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.