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 Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.