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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.