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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 chamberlin 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.