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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Can,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Monks,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.