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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.