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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.