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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.