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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.