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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.