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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
The Cramps,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.