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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Sparks,
Television,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.