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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.