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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Gong,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.