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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
John Holt,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Flash Fearless,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.