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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.