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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Television,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Monks,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.