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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.