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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Victims,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.