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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.