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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Dead C to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.