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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.