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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.