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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.