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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Faust,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.