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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.