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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.