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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Human League,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.