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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Rapeman to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.