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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 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 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 Clear Light to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.