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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
MC5,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.