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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dark Day to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.