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 Fiji and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Aswad to the funk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Ludus,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.