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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.