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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Residents,
JFA,
Scientists,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.