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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Visage,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.