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 Estonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.