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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.