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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.