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 Hungary and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.