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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.