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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.