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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.