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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.