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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deakin,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.