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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.