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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bluetip,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.