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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Gong,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.