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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.