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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.