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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.