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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Smog to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.