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 Canada and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.