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 Dominica 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Visage,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.