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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Fear,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.