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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Gong,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.