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 Estonia and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Nas,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Accadde A,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.