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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.