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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.