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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.