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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Ossler,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.