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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.