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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Ronnie Foster 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.