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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.