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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.