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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Quando Quango,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.