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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the disco 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. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.