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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.