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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
the Germs,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
MC5,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.