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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.