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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Darondo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.