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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.