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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Crime,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.