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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
DNA,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.