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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
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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.