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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 Beijing and Cairo.
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 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.