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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
PIL,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.