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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Q65,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.