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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.