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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Lyres to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.