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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.