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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.