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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.