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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Technova,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.