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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Japan,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.