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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Gong,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.