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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Slits to the rap 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.