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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.