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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.