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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.