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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.