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 Cambodia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Can,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.