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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.