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 Cape Verde and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.