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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Mummies 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.