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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.