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 El Salvador and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Urselle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.