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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Crime,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.