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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Finger to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.