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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.