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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.