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 Niger and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Smog,
the Association,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.