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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.