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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.