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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.