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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.