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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
EPMD,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.