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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.