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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.