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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Offenders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.