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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.