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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.