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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.