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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.