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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DNA to the techno 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.