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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.