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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.