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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.