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 Cambodia and from Manchester.
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 Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.