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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.