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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.