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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.