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 Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.