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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the funk 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Cymande,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.