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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.