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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.