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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Q65,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.