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 France and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Swans,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantaleimon,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.