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 Lesotho 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.