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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Wings,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
X-101,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.