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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.