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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Index,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.