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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.