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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.