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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.