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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.