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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.