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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.