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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.