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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.