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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
UT,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.