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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Main Source,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Franke,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.