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 United States and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.