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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.