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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.