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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
ABBA,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Index,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.