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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Television,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Urselle,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.