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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.