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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.