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 Slovakia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.