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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.