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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Gang Green,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.