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 Gabon 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.