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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Pussy Galore to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.