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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.