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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.