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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.