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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.