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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pop Group,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.