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 Belgium and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Vainqueur 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.