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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Nico,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.