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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.