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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 oboe 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.