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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Five Americans,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.