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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.