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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.