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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.