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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.