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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gong to the rap 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.