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 Dominica 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.