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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.