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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo 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?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.