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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
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 Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.