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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
the Swans,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.