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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.