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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.