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 Botswana and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 The J.B.'s to the techno 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.