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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.