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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pantytec to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.