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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Residents,
ABC,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.