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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 The Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.