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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Index,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.