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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.