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 Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.