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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
The Gories,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.