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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 New Christs to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.