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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
JFA,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.