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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.