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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.