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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.