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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 AZ to the rap 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.