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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.