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 Mongolia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.