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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Index,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
X-101,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.