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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Television,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.