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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.