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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.