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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.