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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.