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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
The Slits,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.