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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.