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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.