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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.