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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.