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 Mali 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
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 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.