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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.