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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
John Holt,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.