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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.