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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.