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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.