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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Second Layer,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.