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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Dawn Penn,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.