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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.