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 Brazil and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.