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 Tanzania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.