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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 cv313 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Byron Stingily,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.