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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Index,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.