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 Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.