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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bronski Beat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Yaz,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.