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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Visage 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.