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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Can,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.