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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.