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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.