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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.