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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.