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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends 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?
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
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.