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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Index,
Joe Finger,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.