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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.