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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Bronski Beat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.