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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.