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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Organ,
Ten City,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.