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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Last Poets 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.