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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.