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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Darondo,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.