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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.