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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Minutemen,
AZ,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.