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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Visage to the disco 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Mars,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.