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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Lungfish,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.