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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.