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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Index to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Swans,
PIL,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.