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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.