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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.