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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gories,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.