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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Gang Green to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.