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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.