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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the rap 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.