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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the techno 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Visage,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.