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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.