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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.