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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.