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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
China Crisis,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Flipper,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.