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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.