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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.