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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Scientists,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.