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 Iraq 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.