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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.