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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Can,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.