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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.