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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.