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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Little Man,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.