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 Maldives 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.