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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania 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.