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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.