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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Television,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Index,
Visage,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.