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 Niger and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
The Index,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.