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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Television,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.