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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.