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 Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lyres,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Index,
Gong,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.