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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 L. Decosne to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.