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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Ludus,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.