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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.