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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.