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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.