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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
H. Thieme,
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.