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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.