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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
The Offenders,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.