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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.