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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.