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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motions 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.