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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.