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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.