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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Ossler,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.