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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.