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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
K-Klass,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Faust,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
X-101,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.