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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.