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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.