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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
PIL,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.