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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.