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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.