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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Crime,
JFA,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.