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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.