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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.