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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Lalann,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.