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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.