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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.