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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.