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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monks,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.