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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.