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 Poland 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the grime 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.