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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.