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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.