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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Television,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
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.