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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.