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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.