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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
JFA,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.