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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.