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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
X-102,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.