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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Faust,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.