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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.