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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.