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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Real Kids to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.