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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.