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 Albania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.