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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz 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?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.