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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.