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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.