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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
MDC,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.