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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Main Source,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.