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 Tonga and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.