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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
Slave,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.