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 Congo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.