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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Visage,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Television,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
John Cale,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.