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 Egypt 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.