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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.