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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.