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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.