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 Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.