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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.