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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Oneida,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.