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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the jazz 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.