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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.