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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.