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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.