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 Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.