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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.