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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.