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 Belize and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.