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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.