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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.