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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.