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 Thailand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.