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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 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 Angry Samoans 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.