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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.