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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.