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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Swans,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.