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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Index,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.