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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.