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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the jazz 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
DNA,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.