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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Icehouse,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Scion,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.