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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Television,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.