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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Rekid,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.