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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.