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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Nas,
Quadrant,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.