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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.