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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Television,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.