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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Masters at Work to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.