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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Index,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Pole,
Ronan,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.