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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Ten City,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.