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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.