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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.