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 Qatar 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.