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 Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
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A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.