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 Tunisia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the jazz 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Nirvana,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.